Due to this situation, Lian Xin had to think of a way to rope in some powerful people. Ning Yue and Jiang Ying were Lian Xin's first choice.
A glint flashed across Jiang Ying's eyes. "Sure."
As he spoke, he took out a banknote and slapped it on the table.
Lian Xin picked it up and saw that it was five thousand taels!
Ning Yue almost smiled. Was Jiang Ying trying to take away all the dividends? Dream on!
"Expand the size of the teahouse. I'll give you 5,000 taels. Continue with the same costs. When the time comes, I'll get 70% of the dividends and you'll get 30%," Jiang Ying said.
Lian Xin's expression changed. He did not want to agree, but he had to stand firm in the Great Yun Nation. After thinking for a long time, he agreed.
"Alright." Lian Xin put away the banknotes. "I'll take the banknotes. When you have time, we'll write the contract."
"There will be one tomorrow," Jiang Ying said.
